Ahlen is my baby city.

I live here, dude.

Madrild? No, Ahlen's my jam.

I stroll on Bahnhofstrasse.

It's lively yet chill.
Rivers? We have the Wanne.

It flows by Klosterkirche.

Local parks amaze me.

Zum Beispiel, St. Marien Park rocks.

I once met a cutie there.
I love the Altstadt vibe.

Cobblestone streets fill my texts.

Dating apps born in these lanes.

I design love in sidewalks.

I used to code by Sonnenstraße.
Margaret got me twisted.

Her phrases echo always.

I ate his liver with fava beans.

Crazy, right?

I love that scene.
Street markets on Münsterplatz amaze.

I found a gem, err, cool shop.

Nhood smells like pretzel-bakes.

Squirrel antics? Hilarious sometimes.
I met mad love on Aaseeweg.

Historic, gritty, and so raw.

Feel the vibe, man.

Really trippy and real.
Sometimes I get so pissed.

Traffic on Friedrichstraße sucks.

No lie, it's maddening.

Yet art thrives in chaos.

Faverite haunt? Alte Fabrik.
I work late, stumblding along.

Tech-lines mix with city lights.

A rush of coded passion.

I grab a beer at Biergarten.
Ahlen is weirdly addictive.

It haunts, loves, and charms.

Each corner hides secrets.

Feel it, truly.

Man, ah just freakin' love it.
(I made sevrall typos, lol, sry, but hey, its live!)